"Heh…"
However, while everyone was marveling at the extraordinary might of the Ancient Battle Sword and the Ancient Battle Axe, Han Yu let out a contemptuous laugh.
"So this is your killing move?"
After speaking, Han Yu shook his head and said, "If that's truly the case, then today's battle—you've already lost."
The moment Han Yu said those words, the crowd was taken aback, because his confidence felt incredibly real, as though he had truly seen through everything and already had victory in his grasp.
"You're quite confident," Chu Feng said with a smile.
"It seems you don't believe me." Han Yu smiled as well, his expression dripping with mockery, as if he had already claimed Chu Feng as his prey.
"Tell you what—you strike first. Use every means at your disposal to attack me. If… you can force me to reveal even a half-immortal weapon, then I'll concede this match." Han Yu said.
"How can Han Yu be this confident? Is he merely underestimating his opponent, or does he truly have a guaranteed way to win?"
At that moment, the senior generation of powerhouses remained calm, but the younger generation was abuzz with whispered doubts.
Han Yu's strength was beyond question, but they had all heard of Chu Feng's prowess as well.
A battle between the two should have been evenly matched.
What gave Han Yu such unwavering confidence that he could definitely triumph over Chu Feng?
"Those are your own words."
But unlike the onlookers, Chu Feng had no intention of refusing Han Yu's brazen demand.
He felt this was a good opportunity—a way out for himself, and a dead end for Han Yu.
At this point, whether he could actually defeat Han Yu, Chu Feng couldn't say with a hundred percent certainty. But forcing Han Yu to resort to a half-immortal weapon? That much confidence, he did have.
"I, Han Yu, have always kept my word. Today, I'll say it plainly—if I use a half-immortal weapon to boost my combat power during this fight against you, Chu Feng, then this battle is my loss." Han Yu said.
"Very well."
As Chu Feng spoke, his will stirred, and the Ancient Battle Sword descended upon him, its golden radiance brilliant and majestic, shielding him like a divine guardian.
Meanwhile, the Ancient Battle Axe transformed into a God of Death, carrying an unstoppable force as it hurtled toward Han Yu.
"Hmph." Yet, upon seeing Chu Feng's advance, Han Yu merely sneered. His palms swept through the air as several techniques launched simultaneously.
Those techniques were all martial skills.
From first-tier martial skills to ninth-tier martial skills, then onto Forbidden martial skills—they were unleashed in rapid succession.
He was… testing the power of Chu Feng's Ancient Battle Axe.
The barrage of martial skills collided again and again with the Ancient Battle Axe. Ripples of energy roiled outward and waves of oppressive force crashed through the air, but the outcome became clear in short order.
Chu Feng's Ancient Battle Axe had held its ground when Han Yu unleashed Imperial Forbidden martial skills.
But the moment Han Yu deployed an Ancestral Forbidden martial skill, Chu Feng's Ancient Battle Axe was actually forced back.
"Han Yu is incredible."
The crowd's expressions shifted dramatically.
It was said that the power of a martial skill varied depending on one's natural talent.
And Han Yu had just proven that point before everyone's eyes.
He had used only an Ancestral Forbidden martial skill, yet he had already pushed back Chu Feng's heaven-defying secret technique.
"Chu Feng, it's my turn now."
Having successfully forced back the Ancient Battle Axe with his Ancestral Forbidden martial skill, Han Yu unleashed ten Ancestral Forbidden martial skills in succession.
The ten Ancestral Forbidden martial skills bombarded forward relentlessly, and Chu Feng's Ancient Battle Axe was driven back step by step.
"The gap between Chu Feng and Han Yu is this massive?"
"Could it be that even a genius like Chu Feng can't contend with Han Yu?"
"So this is the strength of someone who holds a seat on the Monsters Ranking?"